Lust and Other Drugs by Saranna DeWylde Page B

sucked his
cock deep into her mouth and worked up and down his shaft, bringing him ever
closer to completion. When his cock surged against her tongue, she withdrew before
he came and began teasing him all over again.
    He returned the caresses, the teasing licks, his tongue
alternately thrusting into her cunt and whipping over her clit. She didn’t want
to finish this way. She wanted his cock inside her.
    Anne drew her long leg from across his shoulders and then
straddled his hips. She eased down onto his cock, her channel slick and ready
for him. She loved this position, how full she felt, how deep he was inside
her.
    A low sound tore from him and his hands wouldn’t be denied
any longer. His fingers dug into her hips as she rocked against him. It felt
damn good, but for the concrete beneath her knees.
    Chase seemed to know. He pushed up until he was sitting
upright and wound his arms around her, putting his thighs between her and the
concrete. He bucked his hips, pushing into her, matching her rhythm.
    She took his mouth with the same possession and intensity as
he’d done to her and when she broke the kiss, hips still grinding down to meet
his thrusts, he murmured, “I love your kiss.”
    And I love you, Chase Donovan.
    God, why had she done this to herself? Things were better
when that damn declaration wasn’t on the tip of her tongue. It made everything
so bittersweet.
    She clenched around his cock, squeezing and releasing,
drawing them both closer to orgasm, and this time she was ready for him to
come. Otherwise her mouth was going to betray her, and she knew Chase. After
she’d uttered those words, things would never be right between them again.
    “And the way you feel,” he murmured against her mouth as he
slipped a hand between them to work her clit with his thumb, “when you’re about
to come and your pussy is so tight and hot.”
    “Stop trying to make me come first,” she growled in
frustration, even though she felt as though she was going shatter around him.
    He nipped at her bottom lip, still thrusting up, hard and
sure. “I’m not competing with you, Annie. I just want it to be as good as your
fantasy.”
    She kissed him again, something to keep her traitorous mouth
busy so she didn’t tell him everything she was feeling. Anne concentrated on
the physicality of their intimacy. The friction of his cock in her cunt, the
rhythm of their bodies moving together, the taste of his mouth, the strength of
his body moving beneath hers.
    He increased the speed and pressure of his thumb while his
cock surged and he came in a hot jet. Even as he orgasmed, he didn’t stop
manipulating her swollen bud. Anne tensed and shuddered when she finally came
for his expert fingers then collapsed, boneless and weak against him.
    Chase held her for a long while and she buried her face in
his neck.
    “I need to tell you something,” Chase began slowly, but then
was silent for what seemed like forever.
    “Only if you want to.” Anne decided if it had taken him that
long to say whatever it was, it must be something horrible. Fear knotted her
gut.
    “Nothing happened with Gin.”
    She reared back. “I call bullshit. She’s been after you
forever and—”
    “She said you were in love with me.”
    Anne might as well have been hit with a stun gun for all the
good her mouth did her. She couldn’t form words for a reply. All she could do
was fall into his eyes and pray something would catch her before she crashed
and burned.
    Until she blurted, “I kissed Seth.”
    “I know.” Chase pushed a lock of hair away from her face and
tucked it behind her ear. “You told me.”
    “I thought you and Gin…”
    “I know that too.”
    “You don’t seem to care that I kissed him.”
    “I’d rather you didn’t kiss him, but I know he’s not
me. He can’t do for you what I can.”
    “And what’s that?” Anne asked, hating the breathy sound to
her voice. Her words sounded like some desperate plea for a